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Thursday, 28 January 2016

Keep Bleeding by HaveNoMercy (Chapter 4)

Rogue woke up at noon in wrinkled sheets and covered in bruises. Her hair was messy and tangled, her mind
in a whirlwind of leftover sensations and guilt. Her head ached as if she had a
hangover and she tried to sit up.

Remy sat in the chair across from the bed. He hadn't slept.

"Hi," she said, the sun upsetting her eyes.

"Hey," he replied.

She blinked a few times, adjusting her eyes to the daylight. She
clutched the sheets to herself, a little embarrassed about the night before.

"Je suis désolée," he said sincerely.

"It's okay."

He stood up, walking to the closet, retrieving clothes for her.

"Here," he said. "If ah hurt you ah…"

"Remy, I mean it. I'm okay."

"Ah'm gonna go away for a few days. Clear mah head."

"Do you have to?"

"Ah can't be here."

"Let me come with you. Let's go away together."

"You really that afraid to be alone with him?"

Rogue was insulted.

"Dammit, Remy," she said, flinging the covers off, no longer
embarrassed. "I love you. Now you can defile me all you want but the fact
is that you are the one now trying to run from me."

"No, mah question is can you really be alone with him?"

She wanted to slap him.

"Yes!" she cried.

"Well ah guess we'll find out."

He packed a few clothes and shut the door behind him.

XxX

She had a migraine she was desperately trying to cure with some
herbal tea in the kitchen before her next teaching class in an hour. She sipped
the warm liquid and tried to clear her mind.

"What's the matter?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Nothing," she said briskly.

He came over to her.

"He's gone, isn't he?"

"Logan, just…don't talk to me right now."

She began to walk past him but he took hold of her arm.

"Ow!"

He hadn't grabbed onto her that hard.

"What?" he said.

"Nothing," she said, taking her arm back.

It was then he rolled up her sleeve to see a bruise. Looking more
closely, he saw that she had little cuts and scratches all over her.

"What the hell did he do to you?" Logan demanded.

"He didn't do anything."

"Oh really? You think about me and he decides to knock you
around a little? I refuse to believe you two would be that kinky with what he's
been hearing being said 'round the damn school about us. He decided to give you
a lesson."

Well, it was both of those things.

"I'll be fine," was all that came from her mouth.

Logan placed his hand on her face, flooding her with feeling.

"Use my power and heal yourself."

She pushed his hand off of her, breaking the connection between
them.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because," she said, trying to move past him but he
blocked her.

"What? You deserve to be punished?"

"Logan, this is none of your business."

"None of my business?"

"This is my marriage. Stop trying to distract me. We can't
happen!"

"Let her by, Logan," Scott Summers said.

Logan paused at the sound of his former rival and Rogue took the
opportunity to pass by him, leaving the room.

"You gonna tell me what a big bad guy I really am?"
Logan asked as he turned, turning to Scott.

"Tell me, Logan, what is it about Rogue that you absolutely have
to have?"

Logan said nothing.

"I mean I know how beautiful she is, but did it ever occur to you
in your entire existence that what's best for her might be to let her be happy
with Remy?"

"You don't know Rogue like I do," Logan said.

"Oh no, of course not. You
have such a deep connection with her. Kinda the same one you had with my wife.
You like other men's wives, don't you? That's the thrill, isn't it? Them not
being available, not being yours?"

"Rogue isn't Jean."

"Could've fooled me," Scott said. "You know Jean
went through a lot with you and then we went through a lot to get back to where
we are now. I saw Rogue with Remy after you left. I saw them fall in love, get
engaged, take vows, all of that. And now I'm watching Rogue struggle to hang
onto him while you torment her with an attraction I bet wouldn't even be there
were she not married."

"You know nothing."

"I know," Scott enforced. "I lived it and if you really love Rogue, really and truly,
let her be happy with the man she married. Don't use her and leave her like you
did Jean."

XxX

Logan found Rogue crying outside in the garden that evening, her
arms crossed over her chest, rocking herself. He knelt beside her and turned
her, pulling her into his arms.

"It's alright," he said and that only made her sob louder
against him.

She rested her chin over his shoulder, wrapping her arms around
him, using him as the support she so desperately needed. She cried until she
weakened, tears drying the skin on her face and he pulled her back and looked
at her.

"It's gonna get better."

"Not before it gets worse," she replied.

"Rogue," he said softly, the longing in his voice
evident.

"No," she snapped, trying to stand up.

"Please," he said, yanking her back. "Please stay."

"Logan, I need you to leave the mansion."

"Am I a bad habit that as long as I'm not around you can kick it?
That's no way to live. If I'm so addictive maybe you should give in and be with
me."

"How many ways can I spell it out?"

"You've spelled it plenty of ways but how many ways can I tell you
that—"

"What? We're meant to be? Come on, Logan. I have a husband who
loves me. Now whatever you're feeling, it doesn't compare to how much he loves
me."

"Yes it does."

She searched his eyes, trying to figure out if she could possibly
believe that.

"Do you honestly believe what's between us is real?" she
asked.

"I know it is. That's why it scares us both so badly. But you can't
think I'm such a heartless bastard that I don't know what love is."

She leaned in, placing a deep kiss on his forehead, embracing him.

"No! I know you love with all your soul," she cried
passionately. "I would never think anything less of you than you loving with
everything you've got."

"Then let me, Rogue. Forget about everything else in the world and
let's just get out of here. You made me promise to take care of you. I can
still make good on that promise."

She couldn't tell him how much she wanted that. How much she ached for
him to hold her and touch her and take her away the way Remy wouldn't. She was
sick of feeling guilty no matter how much she should. She loved him back, no
matter how wrong that was. This beautiful man was in front of her professing
his love and all she wanted to do was give in.